my tape in the recorder I sit back spark and listen' start my reminiscin' Realize that there's mad fam' missin' I'm holdin' back the tears, no doubt we lost
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my tape in the recorder I sit back spark & listen' start my reminiscin' realize that there's mad Fam' missin' I'm holdin' back the tears no doubt we lost
do, we is the Lost Boyz crew We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars We in the game, the bitches
planet get schizophrenic n panic maybe the past would understand if they'd get off their ass and mash. How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz
Haha yea uh aye...New Boyz I'm turnt up [x7] And I don't give a [Verse 1:] I'm turnt up but you ain't know It's a young fly nigga from tha 310 I rap
Got a pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood Lost your money shootin' craps? Welcome to da hood Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to da hood Uncle Charles said the game
we trust When there's beef best believe we bust We can take it how you want it cuz we thuggin over here Pure, uncut, raw butter over here (Yukon) Yo you see the game
underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel Nigga just sound the bell Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm lovin' Nigga
OK, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr. Cheeks, back in that ass How we do it LB fam style C'mon, uh, yeah, uh, what (Lost Boyz now,
With my guys QDIII said It ain't all good When you sign with a record label Who ain't Had a hot soundtrack Ever since Boyz N Da Hood I'm going bad No
thought tomorrow, you see me beam up all Strapped down wit a pump, searchin' for the niggas on a hunt Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump, it's not a game
Po-po coming but I'm scared to toss it Y'all know what happened last time I lost it Can't tell you niggaz what the fuckin' boss did The game got a nigga
body Now we are ready if you are ready Sound check 1, 2, hear me loud and clear 'Cause I got something that you need to hear Kid Capri and Lost Boyz
I got a mama an' a daddy 3 bruthas no sistas Sum cuzinz, uncles, nephews an' neices An' nun to say da leastest hectic Wit 2 boyz of my own, spanky damn
Outlawz, stacking that change Jackers be aware, we packing that thing Run your ass up, and I'ma rat-a-tat mane I ain't playing no games, I'ma aim for
it started Once upon a time, when a nigga named Dre came Nigga got signed, ruthless nigga, everything is all good You the shit, 'cause you rollin' wit' some Boyz
got you lost on the sauce You ain't nothin' but crack, I supply all raw like them cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw Tell them Boyz in your Hood the same
